Alessio"You are thinking about him, aren’t you?" Fabian voice interrupts my thoughts."It’s okay to share your concerns with us." His lips curve, "We are family, after all. It’s what we do. We talk, we air our worries, we support each other.""That’s what I thought about Carlos then see what he did."Silence descends, then Alessandro straightens to his full height. "Take that back," he growls. "Everyone in this room is here because they are concerned about you.""I don’t f*cking need it," I snap. "Speaking of, I am tired of this emo shit. Why the hell don’t you guys get the hell out of here?"No one moves. They stare at me, with varying degrees of sympathy.Merda, that’s all I need, my own family looking on as I fall apart in front of them. To think, I had sworn never to appear weak in front of them. I stare down into the depths of my empty glass, "Che cazzo,I need a refill."Fabian steps over to the bar. He leans over, grabs a new bottle, then walks back to my desk. He opens the bott
My core clenches. My nipples bead. Shit, all I have to do is think of him and I am already dripping. Also, because that jerk had denied me my orgasm. Honestly, how dare he? If he thinks he can continue to do that to me… Well… No way, am I standing for it. He has to come to me at some point. Unless... he's f*cking someone else? I curl my fingers into fists.Still, that little encounter in the chapel had confirmed that he wants me. So why had he not escorted me back? Why had he left it to Seb to do so? TheAlessio I have come to know is so possessive, so primal in his ownership that, no way, would he have allowed anyone else to come near me, let alone hand me over to another man’s care, even if it had been only for a little while. I hunch my shoulders, stare at the horizon…Unless…what I had done to him, had really broken down the trust—tremulous as it had been—between us completely. Unless he really doesn’t consider me as his wife anymore. No, not possible. He’s not someone who would le
Violet"How dare he!" I pace back-forth-back across the floor of my bedroom. How could he do that? After Isabelle had told me what he had scrawled across my lower back I hadn’t been able to believe it. She had finally procured another mirror from somewhere in the house and had held it behind me so I could see in the mirror over the sink exactly what he had scrawled on me.As*hole! What a f*cking bastard! How the fuck could he do this? "Aargh!" Anger spikes my veins. Adrenaline laces my blood. I glance around the room, looking for something to break, but can’t see anything handy. Damn him. Bet he purposely put me in this room because there’s nothing to vent my anger on. I need to do something… Anything…to give vent to this frustration inside of me.Why the hell did he do this? Is he that angry with me? Not that I don’t blame him. Guess I’d be very cheesed off if someone had smashed an oar into my head, and then left me to drown... But he’d pushed me to it.He kidnapped me first. Surely,
Alessio What in the name of theSanta Madre Mariais she doing? I look at at where she’s positioned on her knees, her fingers still clasped around my cufflinks and linked together in front of her. Her mouth is open in that perfect 'O' that invites me To bury my fingers in her hair, hold her in place as I take her in the mouth. She holds my gaze, those green eyes beseeching, pupils dilated enough, breathing ragged enough to indicate that she’s turned on.This Lady was my perfect match ,she was bossy and a total freak like me .She made me so pleasured as I watches her chest rises and fall ,her nipple pebbled against the tiny T shirt that stretches on her chest .She is so hot .The orgasm slams into me with the force of a thirteen-millimeter bullet. My balls draw up and I come, shooting my cum across her face, in her mouth, across her hair, her breasts. She licks off the white ropy strands without breaking the connection of our gaze. And f*ck me, but this woman… She is going to be the dea
Violet He prowls toward me and I stumble back. He closes the distance between us even as I try to evade him. Which is stupid. I mean, I am the one who initiated this bizarre scenario, and here I am, trying to escape him. Why is it that since I’ve met him, all I’ve seemed to do is run from him as he’s tried to chase me, I do not fear him; I do not. My back hits the wall of the bedroom and I squeak. Jesus, so much for my pep talk.He pauses in front of me, and my heart hammers in my chest.One side of his lips kicks up in that smirk I hate…and love…and can’t resist. My body spasms.A plume of heat seems to spool off of him and crash into my chest. I gasp. My throat dries. The strength of his dominance is a tangible presence that pushes down on my shoulders and pins me in place. I want to shove at him, raise my knee and bury it in his groin, kick him in the shin and try to escape him, but my arms and legs seem to be frozen in place. My fingers tremble and my toes curl as he leans in clos
Violet I open my mouth to ask, then gasp when he pulls out of me. He pushes forward again, and this time, sinks his deeper inside of me. He’s filling me up, cramming himself into me, throbbing inside of me... It’s so real, so vital, so full of the kind of energy that had attracted me to him in the first place. A groan trembles up my throat as he pauses again, allowing me, once more, to accommodate him. Once more, the pain fades away and a trembling starts up somewhere deep inside. Moisture beads my core, slides down my inner thigh. I glance up at him, find his attention is focused on my face as he begins to move. He pulls out, then thrusts forward and impales me with enough pressure that my entire body jerks. He retreats, then lunges forward, buries himself inside to the hilt, and hits that spot deep inside of me. He always f*cks like he’s throwing the weight of his entire body behind his action, like his very life depends on just how deeply he can ram into me, like his soul is urg
Alessio I pace the length of the conference room in my office above Venom. How dare she question me about my actions? What right does she have to make me feel sorry about what I did? I will not regret it. She deserves it. She is mine to do with as I want, after all. I will do what I want to her, and she’ll damn well take it. After that scene last night Beauty, had returned to my room, picked up her clothes, then stomped out. I had almost called out to her and told her to stay, but thankfully, for once, my brain had won the war over my dick… Okay, not really. My c*ck had wept to see her go, and I hadn’t stopped myself from watching the sway of her butt, or the flow of her hair down her back as she had marched out without a word. I had gotten dressed, then decided to get the hell out of there. I hadn’t wanted to spend the night in my own house. If I had, nothing would have prevented me from going to her room, throwing her down on the bed, and rutting into her… That’s the only word fo
crunch down the rest of the biscotti, then drain the last of my espresso. My muscles relax, and whether it’s the effect of the baked good or the coffee… Or perhaps, a combination of both, I don’t know, but I feel almost human."So, what are you guys doing here?" I glance between them, "Don’t you have enough work to take care of? Do I need to rebalance the systems and make sure you all get more to do?""Whoa!" Alessandro blinks. "You don’t remember?""Remember what?""You,fratellone,who never forgets a work gig. You don’t remember why we are here?"I blink around at them, "I still remember all my work appointments—""Except why we are here?" Fabian smirks."You guys going to spill it, or what?""May I?" Alessandro glances at the rest of the guys, who nod."Go right ahead," Fabian acquiesces. "Enlighten fratellone,here, about what has slipped his mind completely.""Enough with the f*cking drama." I scowl. "The hell are you guys trying to imply?""That you are right." Alessandro tilts